A Novel in 300 parts, give or take. Jasfoup the demon uncovers a zombie problem in Laverstone. What do you do when RentoKill refuse to get involved? Dust off your saber, that's what.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 133.01

Seven floors
up from the Dead Line rift laboratory were the tech labs and, as Dill
pointed out with some discomfort, the spirit transfer and autopsy
suites. He took point and led the group with more confidence than he
had previously shown, certain that those he encountered would be (a)
human and (b) intimidated by the slippage of his appearance. “What
sort of a supernatural world do you guys inhabit? I've gone less than
a day since my last ingestion of human tissue and I already look like
a corpse again. Don't you ever watch the movies?”

“We do,
actually.” Harold opened a door and clonked a security guard with a
swing of the handle end of his sword cane, A solid connection with
the man's temple left him unconscious and he just took an extra
moment to check the man wasn't seriously injured, other than a
headache when he came to. “To be fair, every zombie film I've ever
seen, with the exception of about three, pegged zombies as mindless
killing machines rather than rational beings desperate to iron out
the bugs in a crossover project between science and the supernatural.
You're very much an exception to the norm.”

“We are,
you mean.” Dill's voice altered to the one Harold recognised as
Sam.

“Quite.
I've never seen an electrical life form before, though given the
brain is a collection of electrical impulses I shouldn't be
surprised. ” He removed the walkie talkie and the taser from the
guard and passed the latter to Dill. “Here. Try not to kill anyone
who doesn't try to kill us first.”